Bubble, bubble straight to my head The richer, the drier, I believe in the liar Bringing trouble, trouble back in my bed Where nobody can save me cause the Smoke is my baby, baby
Mama, I got your wild eyed ways Mama, there's nothing you can do or say
I got the rich kid's blues And it got nothing to do with you I got the rich kid's blues And I'm not sure that I'm pulling through
Wire, wire over my head Mama, she told me keep your eyes on the trophy And the sires, sires outta your bed For delirious gestures are so easily misread
Mama, I got your wild eyed taste Mama, there's nothing you can do or say
I got the rich kid's blues And it got nothing to do with you I got the rich kid's blues And I'm not sure that I'm pulling through I got the rich kid's blues And it got nothing to do with you I got the rich kid's blues And I'm not sure that I'm pulling through
Mama, I got the rich kid's blues Mama, I got your wild eyed ways Mama, I got the rich kid's blues
Compositor: Desconhecido no ECADIntérprete: Li Lykke Timotej Zachrisson (Lykke Li) (KNRA)Publicado em 2010 e lançado em 2011 (19/Abr)ECAD verificado fonograma #10236638 em 17/Mai/2024